AboutJessica

Hello, my name is Jessica.
I love the sound of wind in the leaves, the laughter of family & friends, walking in the woods, and a cup of mint tea, fresh from the garden.

I love a good story, and a word of encouragement.

A Walk In The Garden

Welcome to my digital Eden. I plant interesting and odd things between these rows of pixels and see what grows.
If I gave you a smile, if you find something uplifting, something of worth, then my time was well spent.

If you have something you’d like to share, drop me a note.

Lines Written in Early Spring
William Wordsworth (1798)

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined…

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:–
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.”


Trees
Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

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